Playing With Fire || z.m

"You can't tell me what to do."

ELLIE

I needed Zayn like I needed air. I’d spent three days doing everything I possibly could not to go over and rip his clothes off but seeing him at the petrol garage just tipped me over the edge. Something about Zayn completely stumped me. I was a complete different person around him. I was normally in control of things and I was usually able to take or leave any guy.

We ended up spending the whole weekend together. The moment we had left each other we began craving each other again. It was barely an hour until one of us was knocking on the other’s front door.

*Do you have to work today? I want you to sit on my face right now.*

I chuckle to myself as I walk along the pavement towards my office. Zayn really was a filthy sod but I love it.

*The average person works Mondays Zayn. You idiot. But yes, I would rather be sitting on your face..*  I reply

I stuff my phone into my coat pocket as I enter the building that I call work. I didn’t want Zayn as anything more than a fuck buddy but he was sending butterflies all around my body right now. Maybe Monday wasn’t going to be so bad if he carries on sending me flirty texts.

“Morning.” I sing to Jasmine who spins around in her chair and leans her elbows on my desk. “How was your weekend?”

“It was amazing.” She sighs. I frown at her.

“It was amazing? Why do you look so unwell then?” Her hair’s knotted, hanging loosely round her shoulders and there was not an inch of make up on her face.

“I drank so much goddamn alcohol. I’ve been drunk all weekend and now, happy Monday! I’m fucking hung over as fuck.” She groans, dropping her head onto my desk. I can’t help but laugh. I pull my phone out of my pocket and leave it on the desk as I take my coat off and hang it on the back of my chair.

“Your phone just vibrated.” She moans, lifting her head off my desk and going back to her own. I grab my iphone quickly.

*I can’t wait to stick my cock in you tonight.*

I feel my cheeks flush. I want to put my coat back on and go straight back home but I know I can’t. I quickly reply.

*Stop it before I have to go to the bathroom to sort myself out.*

I reach over and turn my computer on. I’d better get started on my work before Zayn distracts me again.

*

I manage to get two solid hours of work done before Zayn can distract me again. My phone pings loudly causing Jasmine to grab her head.

“Still feeling hung over?” I call.

“Yes. You’re coming to the café for a fry up for lunch.” She tells me. Who would I be to turn down a fried breakfast?

*I’m touching myself thinking of you baby.*

Fuck, what is he doing to me? My phone pings again. This time it’s a message from a number I haven’t got saved in my phone.

*Hi, what are your plans tonight? Want to come over? Harry x*

Harry. Bollocks I’d forgotten about Harry after my full on weekend with Zayn. Harry freaking Styles just text me. I want to melt into a fangirl and run around the office screaming. What has happened to my life? First of all I’m seeing Zayn Malik on the side and now I have Harry Styles interested in me. Am I living a fanfiction?

With trembling hands I manage to type a reply.

*Sounds great, what time? Ellie x*

Okay, breathe Ellie. This is fine, this is normal. It’s completely normal to be texting two members of the biggest boy band in the world. And it’s completely normal to be sleeping with one of them in secret.